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AFTERGLOW
β hear, feel think. β
βοΈ HEAVENSWARD
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Ever Heavensward (3.0)
β Ishgard Meetings, Part 2
β As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
β Unfleeting Emotions
β The Gears of Change (3.2)
β Heavy Hearts, Part 2
β Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
β Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
β Starlight Festival (KP)
β Ishgard Meetings, Part 2
β As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
β Unfleeting Emotions
β The Gears of Change (3.2)
β Heavy Hearts, Part 2
β Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
β Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
β Starlight Festival (KP)
π₯ STORMBLOOD
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κ§ΰΌΊ the dragonsong war (3.1-3.3) ΰΌ»κ§
( let's do it this wayβbreaking this down by msq/patch content!
all dragonsong war stuff here!
chronological order cause we nuts like that. see the history comment up top. )
β post 3.2 β the gears of change.
apologies again, this might become tl;dr
He can do better than this; he must, but he would be lying to himself if he said that everything that has unfolded in the last handful of hours has left him feeling shaken to the core. There is still much to be done, the least of which is damage control, but at this present time, he finds he cannot remain in his offices even one minute longer. Of course, the hour is late now, and all have left him for the day.
Papers still litter his desk, but a storm is rising inside him and he lacks the focus to pay attention to those papers. He stands up abruptly, and before he can talk himself out of this, he strides towards the door.
His path is one that he has walked many times before, and he hardly needs to pay attention to where his steps lead him. Finally, he arrives at what he considers his favored place to be inside the city, and although the sky is clouded over and the mountains are hidden from view, he approaches the railing and stares up at the gray expanse above him.
How did things go so wrong so quickly? It seems to him that his actions and his decisions have made a tenuous situation even worse, and in doing so, he has only caused hurt to the people he has sworn to protect, and also damaged what he had hoped would have been the beginning of a new start with the Dravanians. How could they ever be open to coming to an understanding after this? He has been told that Vidofnir has a very good chance at recovery, but his biggest fear now is that even if she returns to full strength, he has irrevocably damaged their chances of reconciliation and peace.
Perhaps in this way, he is no better than the youngest son of Count Edmont. It is while he muses over all of this that his thoughts eventually turn towards the Warriors of Light, the two sisters of whom he has become rather fond. The older of the pair, the one who his thoughts turn towards most often, went off to give aid to Vidofnir in the aftermath of Nidhogg's attack. The younger- he is not entirely certain where she went, but he imagines her steps were no less purposeful.
Nidhogg... Even thinking the name brings a certain disquiet to his face. He must save Estinien somehow. Leaving his friend to an as yet unknown fate is unacceptable and unthinkable. It is one of the many things weighing upon him, and at this moment, he finds himself uncertain how to even begin to address them.
All of his decisions have gone wrong, or so it seems, so perhaps he is not the one who should be making them. Eventually, he will have to return to his home, and to his office when the light returns, but at least for a little while longer, he intends to remain here looking upwards towards the mountains that he cannot quite see.
He might not find peace here, but at least it is quiet. Perhaps too quiet, but there is enough of a cacophony in his mind to balance that out. ]
do we know anything other than tl;dr
[ Alkaid would not be proud enough to say she was the most excited for the peace conference. Oh, she was delighted and very much beaming from ear-to-ear at the mere idea of it. However, none should have been more excited than Isghardians and Dravanians themselves. It was their people at war for centuries. She, her sister, and the Scions were merely people who stumbled into the issue and decided that they should help. Part of her excitement also belonged to the fact that she knew the Lord Commander looked so forward to peace. Regardless of what wounds he received, of who spurned him, he kept moving forward for all of them. She and her sister may have been the saviors of Ishgard, but she saw Ser Aymeric as nothing short of the heart of the city-state. All of them would be lost without him at the helm to direct them to the future after the Dragonsong War.
She had insisted on buying a dress for the occasion. It was not a place or time to wear armor and weapons. A simple long white Isghardian gown and off-white gloves to match. A coat had come with it, but she held it in her arms as she stood below and watched the proceedings move forward with her sister and Alphinaud. Her heart felt as if it was ready to burst at the sight of dragons and man once again together under the imagery of Shiva and Hraesvelgr. She had felt tears well in her eyes and all she could feel was overwhelming pride in the moment.
Then, it had all fallen apart.
Nidhogg left after his declaration of the continuing Dragonsong War. The people understandably cried out for his death. She had rushed her way to the top with her sister, brushing past all to head straight to Vidofnir. Her hand had purposely brushed along side Aymeric's as she ran, a glance spared back at him in hopes he could understand she knew he too would need aid. As much as she had wished to stand at his side then, the life of the great dragon took center stage. Lucia sat by the great wyrm's head as she quickly went to work in at least mending something until they could return her to Dravania...
Now, she had returned to Isghard. A word was sent over the linkpearl to her sister that she would be seeking out the Lord Commander before retiring to the Forgotten Knight. The air in the city was heavy with fear as the Ishgardians huddled inside. It reminded her of when they first arrived in the city. Now, it seemed like everything they had worked for would be swept away again. She pressed on regardless. The knights on guard refused her entry to the Congregation. The Lord Commander had retired for the night, they said.
She very much doubted he retired for the night.
At least in the empty streets none turned an eye towards her. She tugs on the coat that matches her dress, securing it around her as the cold bitter air of Coerthas sets in. It at least will hide the dried blood stains belonging to the wrym. She walks past the sleeping Houses and turns at the Last Vigil. There is no other place he would be after something like this, that much she is absolutely certain of.
Alkaid comes to a stop at the turn of the building, hands folded together in front of her, mint eyes falling on the Lord Commander as his own gaze never leaves the sky. She glances up to note that the clouds are heavy. Snow most certainly will start to fall soon and none should be caught in the storm. Alkaid remains quiet, not wishing to call out his name and startle him. Instead, she decides to wait for him to notice her presence. It does not take long for her to see that he has yet to take note.
Wordlessly, Alkaid joins him at his side and her hand raises to gently enclose around his. Her eyes turn upwards to the sky once he inevitably looks at her. ]
Vidofnir lives, but will take time to recover. [ No doubt he already knows the report. How can he not? She scolds herself for even saying such a thing. ] None blame Isghard for what happened. They all heard Nidhogg's cry for the last stroke of war. Who will answer it...
[ Alkaid shakes her head and finally turns her gaze to look up at him. ] You shouldn't be out when the snow starts to fall. Especially not by yourself.
no, we really don't
Everything was going so well, right up until the revealing of the relief he had ordered and until the moment that Nidhogg made his terrifying appearance and struck Vidofnir down. Aymeric's heart leaped up to lodge firmly in his throat, but he could do nothing but watch in horror as the events unfolded before him and the crowd below.
Even as he stands near the railing of his favored spot, these are the events that play themselves over and again in his mind. Well, that and the feel of Alkaid's hand brushing against his as she ran towards the fallen dragon to offer whatever help she could. His gaze snapped to hers even as she ran past him, and even then he found himself shaking his head.
As he returns to the present, he tries desperately to pull back together his scattered thoughts and attempt to form some sort of plan that can be put into motion when the sun rises again. He must decide what to do about Nidhogg, but thoughts are slippery things on a good day. Now, each time he tries to come up with a plan, each strand of thought runs away from him before he can even grab hold of it.
And so he stands where he is, face turned upwards to look at the rapidly clouding over sky. It has not even registered that someone has joined him and is standing beside him, at least not until said person wraps her hand around his. It is only then that he realizes that his hands have grown cold in the chilly air; it hardly bothers him, as he has grown used to this, but her hands are warm compared to his, and soft where his are hard.
At first, he does not turn his gaze to meet hers, but when he does, the first thing to spring to mind is this: ]
Are you well? [ He briefly closes his eyes, because that was not how he meant to open this conversation, but they open again soon enough. ] Full glad was I to hear that Vidofnir still lives. Even though everything has gone so terribly wrong, that is one thing that I am immeasurably relieved to know.
[ And then his gaze falls once again as doubt and uncertainty cloud his thoughts once more. ]
Nidhogg- I should have known that he would attempt something. And Estinien...
[ She may very well note that he is having difficulty finding the right words to verbalize his thoughts. ]
None blame Ishgard, you say, but they would be well within their rights to do so. [ And as for the weather and the encroaching snow, he merely shakes his head. ]
It hardly matters now. [ He is not such a fool as to believe that he must punish himself for the way that everything transpired, of course. That is not why he remains outside, even with the snow set to fall at any moment. ]
But you- You should be resting. [ That gives him something else to focus on besides his churning emotions, and he straightens up to the best of his ability, although he keeps his hand where it is, even as he gazes down to look at her. ]
Come, we shall go to my house, and I will see to it that you have something to warm you. The Forgotten Knight is not too terribly far, but if you intend to return there, I will see you well prepared for it.
well aight she got to the point
[ Her gaze dips down for the briefest of moments. The Scions are ever apt to inform heads of state the latest of events that are of highest importance. Yet, she wishes that this time, she would have been allowed to inform him herself. With a frustrated sigh placed to the side, her eyes rise to meet his once again. There are no interruptions given as he struggles to place everything into the oh so careful words he always uses. She merely lets him say all he needs.
Alkaid's head tilts to the side at his statement. Her, resting? She certainly has expended no small amount of aether in healing the dragon. But, what of Aymeric? Who knows how long he has been out in the cold for with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. She carefully removes her other glove, the large ring still on her index finger. Her now bare hand reaches out to his other. Then, hers press his together between them. He may say he is fine all he wishes and that the cold does not harm his person. Her time as an adventurer and a healer knows far better than that. ]
Only if you allow me to add yet another condition--[ she gives a small smile, ]--that you must rest as well. Even if that means you rest with me.
[ How that might happen is left to his imagination. Although, she very much doubts his mind could spare the idle thought of something in lighter tone. The smile remains on her face even as she takes the few steps backwards to guide him away from his spot of solitude. She will lead the way if she must.
Then, stops short just a few steps from the turn of the corner. Her fingers spread to gently nudge between his as a way to ask permission. Though her sudden stop does make sure that they would be standing closer together. She waits until his full attention is upon her before continuing. ]
I do mean that seriously, Aymeric. [ No titles, no expected polite ways to address him. Just his name. ] If you are so intent on my resting, then I must insist as well. You've had a hard day as well, even if your natural inclination is that others had it far, far worse. Please, rest with me.
welp no dancing around the subject for him orz
I received a report concerning Vidofnir's condition, and of her state of mind, as well as that of the people's, but truth be told, I would rather hear of it from you. [ And of course, she gave her own version of a summary, which he is grateful for.
He is also grateful that the subject matter allows him to retain his customary businesslike manner and wording, or else he might find himself given over to something far more unbecoming.
When she reaches for him, taking his chilled hands in hers, he cannot hold back the mild protest. ] Please, think not of me; I assure you, all is well.
[ Physically, that is. Mentally is another matter entirely, but he is doing what he can to alter that. Someone in his position can ill afford to lose their composure, after all.
Even as she goes on to state her own condition, he finds himself shaking his head. What need has he for rest? It has been a trying day for them all, not only for him, and for his part, once he has seen to her needs, he means to retreat to his private study and mull over the events of the day once more. He already knows that for him, rest will be elusive this night.
Still, he allows her to both lead him from his favored spot and to twine her fingers in with his. Her touch is comforting, as is her presence, but he knows he cannot comply with her request.
When she comes to a stop, he has to quickly catch himself so as not to ungracefully plow into her. As it is, he is only a few paces away from her when she further explains herself, and the manner with which she does it takes him by surprise, because being addressed by his name, with no titles attached, is hardly a commonplace event.
That should not be surprising, as his position commands respect, and yet there are times when he feels as though he would relax the requirements if only he could. At least there is one person who is not afraid to use only his name. ]
As do I, K'lantaa. And I will not make a secret of it: I doubt that rest of any sort will be coming easily for me tonight, alongside you or alone, but that should not stop you from finding a repose of your own.
[ He supposes that if she truly does insist, he can sit beside her while she sleeps, and that will have to be rest enough. And if he were in better spirits, he would have had some light rejoinder for her remark about him resting with her. Ordinarily, he would have jumped at the chance, but now is not an ordinary circumstance. ]
nope, straight to the matter, no messin around!
no letting him off the hook either, not that he expected anything different
he appreciates it in hindsight!
definitely in hindsight haha
sokay she wont gloat or ask for anything in return ;-;
ffft you know if she did, he wouldn't mind. and he'd give her anything she asked for
what if she just asked for intimate cuddle time >:(
intimate cuddle time is something he can give
oho *really* now?
yes, really~
they both might need it by the end of this
it certainly looks that way
welp let us roll them thatta way!
/ROLLS
dhwkqksjaoq FEELINGS
it's what we do best!
gosh good thread ;~;
very good thread ;;
at least they arent TOO dummy
they're just dummy enough~
;-; just you wait for kp and exarch dummies
oh I can't wait ;;
he's the BIGGEST dummy
oh but he's going to be KP's dummy :ruwu:
he appreciates it more than you knoooow (yet)
*soon*
shoves shb at you
grabby hands
GIIIIIVES with no spoilers
aww ty ty
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cont. post-conference
[ Even if a part of her feels disappointed at not sharing her passions? Alkaid remains at Aymeric's side. She curls up beside him and eventually finds sleep after calming herself. Sleep itself is far from deep with the events that had transpired during the day. However, it is far better as it is him she shares the night with.
Some part of her senses he stirs within hours. Her ears twitch slightly, turning towards him. Eyes barely open as she lifts her head and turns entirely to look towards Aymeric. Something about the way his aether flows is what catches her attention and snaps her eyes open further. While she may not see as Y'shtola does, she can sense things by her training.
Alkaid sits up properly beside him, a hand reaching up to move the borrowed shirt back to her shoulder. She would not try to stir a sense of passion in him again given his last reaction. Instead, she gently rests a hand on his arm to call his attention. ]
Aymeric?
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On a more ordinary occasion, perhaps he would have been able to respond with all the fire and passion that he expects from himself, but it has been a trying day and a longing to just sleep beside her and finally take what rest they can was overwhelming everything else.
Eventually, sleep finds him, but even in slumber, he remains closely pressed against her side, perhaps unconsciously reaching out for comfort as he sleeps.
But several hours later, something disturbs his rest, an uncomfortable ache where a knife once was driven into him. On occasion, a dull pain resurfaces, and while he can mostly ignore the discomfort, at times, it is not so easily pushed aside and all he can do is ride out the waves and hope that they subside with time.
Now, he does not wish to disturb her rest, so even though he shifts just slightly, hoping that a change in position will lessen some of the ache, he tries his best to remain still.
With his eyes still closed, hoping to give the appearance of still being asleep, βhe tenses when he feels her move, despite his efforts to remain silent and still. He hopes that she will lie back down and resume the sleep he is sure she needs, but then he feels her hand rest on his arm and hears her quietly say his name.
Finally, his eyes slide open and he takes a moment to adjust to the darkness in the room. He says the first thing to come to mind: ]
If I woke you, I am sorry. There are still several hours until morning, so please, return to your rest.
[ He cannot have her worrying about him or cause her to lose sleep because of him. ]
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Then, she sits properly, gently motioning him to put his head in her lap. The fact her passions were not met is irrelevant in her mind. Perhaps it is for the best. She would not wish him to look back at an encounter with her in a negative light. Out of wedlock, with their standing, and with the parentage he has? She should have though more and acted less. ]
Here, put your head down, and tell me what causes your discomfort.
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But it does not take him long to see that she will not be rebuffed, and so he does as bidden, shifting his position until his head is pillowed in her lap. He manages to move as gracefully as he can, but the twinge in his side causes his expression to shift into a brief grimace, which he sincerely hopes has escaped her notice. ]
'tis nothing, of course. Merely an old injury making itself known once more. The discomfort will pass in no time at all.
[ Never mind that it isn't an old wound at all, and they both know how recent it is. But the last thing he wishes is for her to fret over something that is ultimately minor and will resolve itself with time. ]
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The end of her tail flicks happily as he moves into her lap. Then, a pause as she does indeed notice the expression that takes his face. Her eyes travel down his body until she finds where the strain he faces comes from. Her ears drop slightly. ]
Ah, I should have known. [ Her fingers walk down his arm and then gently slide over the healed scar.
There is no doubt in her mind that the healers did their utmost and repaired the wound. However, such a deep wound would indeed cause aches and pains now and again--especially in the cold. A gentle white tinted green light forms at her finger tips. It is meant to be comforting more than anything.
Her other hand begins to stroke his hair in a similar fashion to how he had hers earlier in the night. ]
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β post 3.3 β revenge of the horde.
βοΈ starlight celebration.
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This time, Aymeric has plans of his own, and while he intends to take part in the customary traditions of the celebration, there is something else that is drawing his attention, something that he has been preparing for some time now and has been attempting to work up the bravery to do it. It seems strange that he can stare down dragons and other threats without showing too much outward fear, but now when it comes to what he wishes to do, he finds himself more than a little afraid.
Still, he cannot know what will happen if he does not act, and so, as usual, he moves forward to the designated place where he and Alkaid (K'lantaa, as he has begun to think of her) are supposed to meet.
For the occasion, he has shed his customary heavy armor, opting instead for robes accented with his usual colors and the sigils of his house. Concealed somewhere on his person are two very special gifts which he means to reveal when he feels the time is right.
For now, though, he has seeing Alkaid and participating in the celebration with her to look forward to.
... Now if only he can find her. ]
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She had already decided to make a present for the certain Lord Commander who had her heart. Yet, seeing how special this Starlight Celebration was to be... she decided to place even more care and effort into it.
Of course, getting to the designated meeting place is easier said than done when you are one of the Saviors of Ishgard. Many people step in her path and wish her the season. It would be rude to refuse them, and so she makes certain to treat each of them with respect with her sister. She finally manages to slip away and quickly head to the place she is meant to meet Aymeric.
Alkaid tugs her white skirt up gently and shifts the red over robes to look as presentable as possible. A matching red hat covers her ears from the cold. She finally moves to call out to him as she sees him, but finds herself breathless for a moment. It is the first time she has seen him in dress garb outside of his armor. Oh, she's seen him in less formal clothes of course, but this is the first time she's seen him dressed such as this.
Her tail tucks to her side as she slowly approaches him, hands slipping back into the fur warmer she has concealed his gift in. She smiles brightly at him, even if a shy expression has still taken her face. ]
I'm sorry for being late, Ser. [ As they are in public. ] Apparently all wish to see my sister and I as celebrities, and as such... well, everyone has their wishes for the season.
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As he makes his way along, winding through the throngs of people, he looks for any sign of the person with whom he is supposed to meet. But given the sheer numbers of people who are milling about the city, he imagines that he won't see her until he reaches their agreed upon meeting point.
Upon his arrival, he casts a look around hoping to spot her, but it seems as though she has yet to arrive herself. He is in no particular hurry, so he has no issues with standing in a slightly out of the way spot to wait for her.
If she is breathless upon spotting him there waiting, then he is completely lacking in breath, because she truly looks beautiful to him. He knows she will always look that way, regardless of what she wears, but tonight she is practically glowing. A wide smile crosses his face when she makes her approach and offers an apology. ]
It is quite understandable, and I have not been waiting long. After all that you have done, I am certain that all of Ishgard wants to offer their thanks and well wishes to you and your sister this evening. And, of course, I include myself in that.
[ He would pull her in for a hug, but they are in public, as she has already clearly realized, so instead, he holds out a hand, intending to give her a formal yet no less genuine thank you by way of a handshake. It does not convey everything he wishes to say, but it is a start. ]
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I do wish all of Isghard would allow me a moment or two to myself! [ Her tail bristles slightly in a playful manner. ] How do you find yourself this evening, Lord Commander?
[ Her mint eyes move to look at the sight in front of them. All sorts of manner of people mingling for the festivities in the decorated area. The hat upon her head shifts slightly as her ears twitch underneath it. ]
Even Gridania is not as decorated as Ishgard. [ The comment is soft and almost meant to be to herself. ] I have never seen a Starlight Celebration so festive...
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[ Alkaid watches his expression closely as he thinks back to the days when he was much younger. There's a desire inside her heart to help make his home as lively as it once was. Of course, it would be different, as they are not his parents. If she is to be his lady-wife? She will do her utmost to help the House that raised the man she has utterly fallen in love with.
The smile on her own face doesn't quite reach the warmth his does, despite how much she tries. Her hand slowly slips from his as the head maid arrives to escort her to the familiar bath. It isn't until she is far from ear and eye-sight that her gaze drops to the floor and her ears press to her head. Try as she might? She cannot seem to shake the pang of disappointment in her heart.
Once in the bathroom and trying to work around the prying eyes of the head maid (as she is certain the elder Elezen already knows of their engagement), she hails to her sister. A brief explanation is given that Aymeric would like the pair of them for dinner, and that once she is ready, she should make her way to the Manor Borel. She notes the tone in her sister's voice and has the feeling that perhaps not all has gone well. Alkaid shakes her head and de-dresses from her several layers and gently setting her engagement ring on top of the clothes. Then, she slides into the warm bath and sinks into the water. ]
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In the meantime, K'thisru has a brief conversation with her sister, but even as they exchange words, her heart is not in it, and she is certain that Alkaid can tell. But perhaps a dinner with her sister and Aymeric will help bolster her spirits. So naturally, she agrees and prepares to get ready.
Back at the manor, Aymeric is taking some steps of his own, namely looking down the corridor to ensure that neither the maid nor the steward are approaching. When he determines that all is clear, he makes his way towards where he knows the maid would have brought Alkaid for her bath.
He hesitates at the door, but after a moment's pause, raises a hand to knock upon it. It may well be his house, but he has not completely lost his head or his sense of manners. ]
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Her ears twitch at the sound of the knock. She had been wrapped up in her thoughts and hadn't noticed the footsteps. Her head raises with her ears raised again, hands moving to hold onto the edge of the tub.
Maybe the maid forgot something? ]
...Yes?
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/starts to wraps this one up as well?
<3 they're just gonna be there awhile kissing lbr
βοΈ starlight celebration.
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As for her sister Alkaid, she knows there is one person in particular that she wishes to celebrate with, and so it's with a fond yet knowing smile that she waves goodbye to her as they temporarily part ways. She is certain that her sister has been looking forward to meeting a certain Lord Commander all day, and now that the time is here, her excitement might as well be overflowing.
K'thisru's steps lead her all around the decorated area, stopping to say hello to Ishgard's citizens along the way. She has no clear destination in mind, just mingling with the crowd and getting swept up in the festive spirit.
It isn't hard to do, considering all of Ishgard is out in force, but as she makes her way through the crowd, she spots a flash of something almost familiar. It could be she's only seeing things, of course, because she's only met someone wearing a hood like that once, and only briefly. Tilting her head, she tries to peer into the crowd to see if she can spot them, but it seems to her that she must have been imagining it. That, or it was merely a coincidence.
She takes one step and is promptly greeted by some happy and grateful Ishgardians, and she spends a few minutes conversing with them, because, well, with her sister occupied, she has nothing else to do but mingle and talk with the locals. ]
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The needs are becoming dire. He needs to contact the Warriors of Light. They must be made aware of what is to come and how to forestall it. He must make them see -- make them hear him. He desperately tries again to call into the void of time and space. However, it is not an exact science, and what might be for him is certainly not when for them. However, the Calling must be a last resort.
A resort he very well may need to turn to as things continue to spiral further downwards.
For now, he relies on the method of projection. It taxes him greatly and demands a stress on the Tower's systems itself. No matter. Somethings are worth the price, even if the younger of the Warriors disagrees.
He finds himself amongst the celebration and cheer. A few turns of his head and he realizes exactly what the celebration is. The Starlight Celebration. How many years has it been since he's gazed upon it? How many celebrations had he wasted away in books and studies only to realize that one day it would no longer matter? The urgency of his quest has simmered if only long enough for him to stand there -- neigh a shade -- and watch those that mingle in Isghard.
When exactly has his projection arrived?
A familiar sense falls upon him then. It takes a moment for him to realize what it is. Cold. Not the bitter biting kind. Merely, the sort that nips at ones fingers and toes to remind one that the sun has gone away. His head tilts up to stare at the sky and a hand extends out to catch what he will certainly not be able to catch.
Snow.
How ...long has it been since he has seen snow, or, felt it for that matter? So very, very long now. A younger man in another time and another place. One rushing off to be a hero as he had read in the stories of eld. Now, he is an old man, reaching desperately for those heroes to perform their miracles at his behest. ]
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Finally, a reprieve comes, and K'thisru finds herself more or less free to wander about unchecked. It isn't that she is restless, exactly, but she does find herself wanting a moment to herself. Still, people will wonder if both of the Warriors of Light disappear, and so she refrains from wandering too far.
It is while her steps meander around that she chances to pass by someone standing by himself with his head tilted upwards and one hand extended as if to catch snowflakes.
She thinks nothing of it, except then she realizes the pattern of his hood is familiar. Taking a second look, followed by another, she finally recognizes who this is. Well, "recognizes" may not be the right word, as she barely knows him, but the hood and that hand of his are all too telling. ]
So, you've come again. [ She takes a few steps so that she's standing next to him, a curious look on her face. ]
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